He brooded all the way to the school. She wanted to talk to him about the night before, but she didn't know how to start. She'd felt so close to him, and she wanted to hear him say he'd felt close to her. Most of all, she wanted him to tell her why he got up when he thought she was asleep and left their bed to go and brood over whatever was troubling him. He was in a strange mood; he didn't even hold her hand the way he normally did.
They stopped in front of a building that seeped history. The red bricks looked old but sturdy. All the windows had pretty wooden frames. As usual, she'd researched the school. It was built by the Phoenix Foundation three centuries ago to help children from poor families get an education. What she liked about it was they didn't take only gifted or extremely in
